Actually lyrics

[Intro]
Right, right
Right, right
Right, right
Right

[Verse]
Feeling like I haven't slept in a bit
[?] actually quit
What happened to this?
n*gga kill 'em with the raps that he spit
[?]
Used to have a legit passion for this
Really now it makes me actually sick
Talkin' 'bout the money, smashin' a b*tch
sh*t is gettin' boring, 'bout to just hit
f*ckin' n*gga it's a fact that I went
Tired thinkin' n*ggas making half a hit
You rap about no [?] you actually snitch
It's really gettin' very tiring
If you ain't spitting bars, then I ain't hiring
I am the head of this n*gga, who's higher than
[?] b*tches they admiring
f*ck, n*gga
I can not shop at Google anymore
Reminds me your pus*y when in the store
sh*t is irrelevant won't say no more (Right, right)
n*ggas is b*tches they [?] sh*t
Spittin' this verse but can't talk with the fist
I can get violent when pushed to the limit (Strap, strap, strap)
Hold up man, what's up?
Run it all
Fight night, in the club
On site, f*ck it all
[Pre-Chorus]
You b*tch, I get all
You b*tch, I get all
Right, right (You b*tch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You b*tch, I get all)
Right, right (You b*tch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You b*tch, I get all)

[Chorus]
Right, right (You b*tch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You b*tch, I get all)
Right, right (You b*tch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You b*tch, I get all)
Right, right (You b*tch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You b*tch, I get all)
Right, right (You b*tch, I get all)
Right, yuh (You b*tch, I get all)